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Just Another Sunday
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"Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door." - Emily Dickinson

Today began slowly but today is the Amazing Mz. M's birthday!

Michael went over to a friend's house. I slept in my chair until 3:48 a.m. After that I brushed my teeth and went to bed. Not long after that I heard him come in. I do not know if he stayed up or came straight to bed.

It was a quiet and a lazy day. I did nothing other than read, watch the telly, and take care of the blueberries. The kitchen is definitely in need of a clean up.

The sky is gray this morning and the back patio is damp. The blue dish I put the birds’ bread crumbs looked moldy so I placed the crumbs on the dry part of the patio. I brought the dish in and have it soaking with soapy water. I believe the mold is from bread crumbs that have been dampened many times from the wet mornings. I do not know what I will do when it rains; and, rain is predicted later in the week.

As far as the hurricane Irene, she is moving up the East Coast. New York City was to be hit today. We called – I – called S last night because her daughters are in her house in Maryland on the Chesapeake Bay. It looked by the weather reports the area was going to be pretty hard hit. It would be terrible if S's house was damaged or something happened to her daughters. I hope S calls today to let us know.

The garden is looking pretty good and the one tomato out there is growing. It is still a lovely shade of green. I wonder when it will begin to turn red. I will note the date of the new tomatoes to come and the date when they begin to change color. It will be interesting to see how long it takes. Especially this late in the season, will more tomatoes come at all.

The hummingbirds are making a racket as they fly to and fro. It is nice to see them at the feeder. I believe I have four different ones now feeding. Plus, the fly up to the slider and look in at us. This is cute.

The blue jay, a different one than the one in front, has found the suet feeder. He/she lands on the fence between Mr. T's patio and mine and flies up to the feeder to get bits and pieces. Grrrr. I want the small birds to have that.

The blue jay in front had a conniption about the feeder being gone. He/she was not happy at all to find its source of treats gone. With him alight at the same place, he has worn off the quills of the branch; so, now there is a bare spot on the branch. I may purchase another feeder to put out there.

Do you ever think when something special happens, it is something that you will never forget? In my case it was the time when DG took me for a carriage ride in the Plaza in Kansas City, Missouri. I know I never thought I would forget that moment and then when I read about it in my journal it was a pleasant surprise.

I do remember the time I surprised him by flying to Des Moines to meet him for his drive back to Overland Park. I took time off of work, I wore my red top and poodle skirt that Kitty made, and had enough money for a return trip ticket in the event I missed him. I left a message with for him at his work for him to meet the woman in the red dress and gave my flight information. He was one astonished guy. I was pleased that my surprise came off and that I did not miss him and have to fly back to Kansas City. We had a nice drive back home.

mz. em
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